Take a Chance on Me - Chapter 17
"Colonel!" Sam called dashing down the hallway after the colonel's retreating back. "Wait up a minute."
"Major." Jack stopped and turned to face his 2IC. He'd been in a bad mood since he spoke with Jonas, but seeing Sam in her state made him grin, calming his nerves a bit. "You're looking rather. soggy tonight."
And she was quite moist; drops of water ran down her leather jacket and her jeans were plastered to her skin. "Yeah, I was up top for a bit of fresh air and suddenly the sky just opened up and dumped rain all over me. Which is why I'm here, chasing you down. I don't suppose you're leaving any time soon?"
"Actually I was just heading out. Why?"
"Well, it was such a nice day when we came in, I rode my bike. And now, well, rain at 70 stings a bit."
Jack raised his eyebrows. "Seventy huh? Little fast isn't it, Carter?" She grinned sheepishly. "I'll give you a ride, but go change first. I'll wait."
Sam smiled, at his concern for her well being and ducked off to change. When she came back Jack was sitting on the security desk playing with his yo-yo. The security officer didn't look very happy about Jack's choice of seating, but Sam doubted that he said anything.
"It was nice of you to wait sir."
"No problem, Carter. Couldn't mess up the upholstery now could we?" Jack teased as they began walking to the garage.
"I suppose I could have checked the forecast before we left. Better yet, I could have asked Jonas. He always knows what the weather will do."
Jack stiffened at Jonas' name and he sighed. Sam noticed his change in demeanor. "Is something wrong, sir?"
"No."
Sam was instantly on the alert. When the colonel didn't come back with a quip, it was time to worry. She thought about her conversation with Rayne, and taking a deep breath, she asked, "what's wrong. Jack?"
Jack gave her a sideways glance in surprise. The corners of his mouth quirked in a questioning, but pleased grin before turning to stare straight ahead again. "Jonas is at Rayne's apartment."
Sam stopped. "Dammit, I told him not to do anything stupid." She mumbled.
Jack looked at her in surprise. "They're both adults, Carter."
Sam's jaw dropped and she blinked confusedly at Jack. "You mean, you're okay with it?" She asked suspiciously.
"No, I'm not okay with it. I'd rather not have Jonas dating my niece. But I don't particularly want anyone I know dating my niece. It's. weird. But there are a lot of guys that she could be a lot worse off with, and at least I can threaten Jonas if he does anything stupid."
Sam looked at Jack as if he'd grown two heads but Jack continued obliviously. "Besides, I think if there's anyone I need to worry about in that relationship, it's Jonas. Rayne is an O'Neill after all. And she's a boxing champion."
Sam winced. The colonel's temper, and his fists. What a combination of traits to inherit. Poor Jonas.
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"Where were you this week, Beloved?"
"P5X-789."
The goa'uld arched an eyebrow in question. "Where is this P5X-789?"
Jonas reached over to the side of the bed that he was now lying on and picked up the note tablet and pen that was lying next to the phone. He scribbled out seven characters and handed the tablet to her.
Glancing at it, her eyes opened in surprise and a smile smoothed across her face. "You have been through the Chappa'ai?"
"Yes."
"Where is it?"
"Cheyenne Mountain, where the colonel and I work."
"What of Ra?"
"Ra died, seven years ago."
The alien inhabiting Rayne looked at Jonas with incredulity. "And the other system lords?"
"Ra, Apophis, Hathor, Seth, Cronus and others are dead. Yu, Baal, and a few others remain."
Her smile widened. "This information will be useful. You will be rewarded for your loyalty." She captured his mouth with hers, her hands running over his chest, her fingernails dragging along the fabric of his t-shirt. She drew him up into a sitting position. He gazed at her unseeingly as she slowly retracted his shirt from his waist band and placed tiny kisses along his throat. She pulled his shirt over his head and Jonas encircled her waist with his arms. She kissed his mouth again. And she stopped. And she pulled her face away from his.
Rayne's brow furrowed deeply. She felt as if she had just awoken from a dream, but even though she was awake, the dream - the nightmare - continued. She looked at Jonas and he gazed back at her sluggishly. She pushed against Jonas' arms, not entirely sure how they had gotten there, but remembering it just the same. "Wh-what's going on?" She felt as though someone was screaming in her mind and she fought off panic. She pushed off Jonas; he acted as though he were drugged and she wondered if he was. She wondered if she was. She wondered if Jonas had done this to her or if someone else had done this to the both of them. She stumbled out of the bed, tripping over the blankets that had been pushed onto the floor. One of her slippers came off, but she didn't seem to notice. She suddenly felt very sick.
On the bed, Jonas slowly came out of his stupor. He glanced at Rayne who was now struggling to untangle herself from the blankets, but failing to do so. Her face as white and she looked panic stricken.
He crawled down after her and she flinched away from his touch. "Rayne, what's going on? How did. When?."
She looked at him with confusion and her already white face took on a sickly shade of green. She looked into his eyes for a moment. "Call Jack." She whispered. She slithered a few more inches away from Jonas and passed out.
Realizing that he didn't have any better ideas, he scrambled to his feet and reached for the phone, quickly dialing the colonel's cell phone number.
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"O'Neill." Jack answered as he picked up the phone. His face darkened as he listened. "Call 911. I'll be right there."
Sam looked at him in askance. "What's wrong?"
Jack's knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. "That was Jonas. Something's wrong with Rayne. She passed out. He says he thinks they were both drugged somehow."
"Drugged? Who would want to drug them?"
Jack glared at her and Sam realized that after all they had been through, it was something of a stupid question - one that Jack didn't want to think about just yet.
Fortunately, as Sam just lived on the outskirts of town, they were quite close by and within minutes Jack's truck was parked hastily outside the coffee shop and he was bounding up the stairs.
Jonas had cracked the door open in anticipation for their arrival and called to Jack when he heard him arrive. "Colonel O'Neill? We're in the bedroom."
Jack found Jonas kneeling next to Rayne in a daze. He'd pulled his t-shirt on hastily, but didn't bother to tuck it in. He'd at least had the presence of mind to lay Rayne flat, cover her with a blanket, and elevate her feet.
Jack knelt down quickly and found to his relief that Rayne was breathing and that her pulse, though somewhat erratic, was strong. "Jonas, what happened?"
Jonas looked up at him. His eyes were glassy and he did, indeed, look as though he'd been drugged. "We were eating dinner and talking. She got up to refill her glass. Then I was here, Rayne was stumbling around on the floor, and she passed out. That's when I called you."
"Did she hit her head when she fell? Is that all that happened?"
Jonas tried to concentrate. "She didn't hit her head, she was on the floor before she passed out. She. she's been having headaches all week. They started last Saturday."
Images of the words "brain tumor" flashed through Jack's mind. He imagined that she was dying think that he was mad at her and he quickly shook his head to clear the images. "You called 911?"
Jonas nodded as Sam entered the room. "They said they would be here as soon as possible, but that there was a major accident on highway 65 and that it may take a while. So I called Janet."
"Janet is coming?"
"Yes."
Jack waved Sam over to them. She was the best medic on the team and he wanted her to get an assessment. He also wanted to take a look at the cartons of food that he saw on the table when he came in. That may have been where the drugs were put.
Jack was just standing to go as Sam placed her fingers on Rayne's neck feeling for a pulse. Her eyes grew wide for a moment and she gasped. Before either of the men knew what was going on, Rayne's eyelids were fluttering and Sam had jumped up, training her sidearm at Rayne's head.
"Colonel!" Sam called dashing down the hallway after the colonel's retreating back. "Wait up a minute."
"Major." Jack stopped and turned to face his 2IC. He'd been in a bad mood since he spoke with Jonas, but seeing Sam in her state made him grin, calming his nerves a bit. "You're looking rather. soggy tonight."
And she was quite moist; drops of water ran down her leather jacket and her jeans were plastered to her skin. "Yeah, I was up top for a bit of fresh air and suddenly the sky just opened up and dumped rain all over me. Which is why I'm here, chasing you down. I don't suppose you're leaving any time soon?"
"Actually I was just heading out. Why?"
"Well, it was such a nice day when we came in, I rode my bike. And now, well, rain at 70 stings a bit."
Jack raised his eyebrows. "Seventy huh? Little fast isn't it, Carter?" She grinned sheepishly. "I'll give you a ride, but go change first. I'll wait."
Sam smiled, at his concern for her well being and ducked off to change. When she came back Jack was sitting on the security desk playing with his yo-yo. The security officer didn't look very happy about Jack's choice of seating, but Sam doubted that he said anything.
"It was nice of you to wait sir."
"No problem, Carter. Couldn't mess up the upholstery now could we?" Jack teased as they began walking to the garage.
"I suppose I could have checked the forecast before we left. Better yet, I could have asked Jonas. He always knows what the weather will do."
Jack stiffened at Jonas' name and he sighed. Sam noticed his change in demeanor. "Is something wrong, sir?"
"No."
Sam was instantly on the alert. When the colonel didn't come back with a quip, it was time to worry. She thought about her conversation with Rayne, and taking a deep breath, she asked, "what's wrong. Jack?"
Jack gave her a sideways glance in surprise. The corners of his mouth quirked in a questioning, but pleased grin before turning to stare straight ahead again. "Jonas is at Rayne's apartment."
Sam stopped. "Dammit, I told him not to do anything stupid." She mumbled.
Jack looked at her in surprise. "They're both adults, Carter."
Sam's jaw dropped and she blinked confusedly at Jack. "You mean, you're okay with it?" She asked suspiciously.
"No, I'm not okay with it. I'd rather not have Jonas dating my niece. But I don't particularly want anyone I know dating my niece. It's. weird. But there are a lot of guys that she could be a lot worse off with, and at least I can threaten Jonas if he does anything stupid."
Sam looked at Jack as if he'd grown two heads but Jack continued obliviously. "Besides, I think if there's anyone I need to worry about in that relationship, it's Jonas. Rayne is an O'Neill after all. And she's a boxing champion."
Sam winced. The colonel's temper, and his fists. What a combination of traits to inherit. Poor Jonas.
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"Where were you this week, Beloved?"
"P5X-789."
The goa'uld arched an eyebrow in question. "Where is this P5X-789?"
Jonas reached over to the side of the bed that he was now lying on and picked up the note tablet and pen that was lying next to the phone. He scribbled out seven characters and handed the tablet to her.
Glancing at it, her eyes opened in surprise and a smile smoothed across her face. "You have been through the Chappa'ai?"
"Yes."
"Where is it?"
"Cheyenne Mountain, where the colonel and I work."
"What of Ra?"
"Ra died, seven years ago."
The alien inhabiting Rayne looked at Jonas with incredulity. "And the other system lords?"
"Ra, Apophis, Hathor, Seth, Cronus and others are dead. Yu, Baal, and a few others remain."
Her smile widened. "This information will be useful. You will be rewarded for your loyalty." She captured his mouth with hers, her hands running over his chest, her fingernails dragging along the fabric of his t-shirt. She drew him up into a sitting position. He gazed at her unseeingly as she slowly retracted his shirt from his waist band and placed tiny kisses along his throat. She pulled his shirt over his head and Jonas encircled her waist with his arms. She kissed his mouth again. And she stopped. And she pulled her face away from his.
Rayne's brow furrowed deeply. She felt as if she had just awoken from a dream, but even though she was awake, the dream - the nightmare - continued. She looked at Jonas and he gazed back at her sluggishly. She pushed against Jonas' arms, not entirely sure how they had gotten there, but remembering it just the same. "Wh-what's going on?" She felt as though someone was screaming in her mind and she fought off panic. She pushed off Jonas; he acted as though he were drugged and she wondered if he was. She wondered if she was. She wondered if Jonas had done this to her or if someone else had done this to the both of them. She stumbled out of the bed, tripping over the blankets that had been pushed onto the floor. One of her slippers came off, but she didn't seem to notice. She suddenly felt very sick.
On the bed, Jonas slowly came out of his stupor. He glanced at Rayne who was now struggling to untangle herself from the blankets, but failing to do so. Her face as white and she looked panic stricken.
He crawled down after her and she flinched away from his touch. "Rayne, what's going on? How did. When?."
She looked at him with confusion and her already white face took on a sickly shade of green. She looked into his eyes for a moment. "Call Jack." She whispered. She slithered a few more inches away from Jonas and passed out.
Realizing that he didn't have any better ideas, he scrambled to his feet and reached for the phone, quickly dialing the colonel's cell phone number.
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"O'Neill." Jack answered as he picked up the phone. His face darkened as he listened. "Call 911. I'll be right there."
Sam looked at him in askance. "What's wrong?"
Jack's knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. "That was Jonas. Something's wrong with Rayne. She passed out. He says he thinks they were both drugged somehow."
"Drugged? Who would want to drug them?"
Jack glared at her and Sam realized that after all they had been through, it was something of a stupid question - one that Jack didn't want to think about just yet.
Fortunately, as Sam just lived on the outskirts of town, they were quite close by and within minutes Jack's truck was parked hastily outside the coffee shop and he was bounding up the stairs.
Jonas had cracked the door open in anticipation for their arrival and called to Jack when he heard him arrive. "Colonel O'Neill? We're in the bedroom."
Jack found Jonas kneeling next to Rayne in a daze. He'd pulled his t-shirt on hastily, but didn't bother to tuck it in. He'd at least had the presence of mind to lay Rayne flat, cover her with a blanket, and elevate her feet.
Jack knelt down quickly and found to his relief that Rayne was breathing and that her pulse, though somewhat erratic, was strong. "Jonas, what happened?"
Jonas looked up at him. His eyes were glassy and he did, indeed, look as though he'd been drugged. "We were eating dinner and talking. She got up to refill her glass. Then I was here, Rayne was stumbling around on the floor, and she passed out. That's when I called you."
"Did she hit her head when she fell? Is that all that happened?"
Jonas tried to concentrate. "She didn't hit her head, she was on the floor before she passed out. She. she's been having headaches all week. They started last Saturday."
Images of the words "brain tumor" flashed through Jack's mind. He imagined that she was dying think that he was mad at her and he quickly shook his head to clear the images. "You called 911?"
Jonas nodded as Sam entered the room. "They said they would be here as soon as possible, but that there was a major accident on highway 65 and that it may take a while. So I called Janet."
"Janet is coming?"
"Yes."
Jack waved Sam over to them. She was the best medic on the team and he wanted her to get an assessment. He also wanted to take a look at the cartons of food that he saw on the table when he came in. That may have been where the drugs were put.
Jack was just standing to go as Sam placed her fingers on Rayne's neck feeling for a pulse. Her eyes grew wide for a moment and she gasped. Before either of the men knew what was going on, Rayne's eyelids were fluttering and Sam had jumped up, training her sidearm at Rayne's head.
